Duan Tian sat with his eyes closed, resting. His fingertips tapped the armrest unconsciously. The Sect Master of the Sword Sect seemed calm, but his thoughts churned. Lin Hao was a disciple of his Sword Sect, a peerless genius he had watched grow with his own eyes. Now that his disciple had become the Sword Emperor, Duan Tian felt both pride and worry. He was proud that the Sword Sect had produced a true dragon, but worried that a tree that rose above the forest would be battered by the wind. Today's discussion would surely bring no shortage of difficulties.
Qiu Ya had no such concerns. The burly man lounged carelessly against his chair, arms folded, his large, bell-like eyes sweeping the room as he muttered, "Damn it, the people from the other domains sure think highly of themselves. Why aren't they here yet? When that kid Lin gets here, I'll show them—"
"Qiu Ya, watch your words." Duan Tian opened his eyes and calmly reminded him.
Qiu Ya curled his lip and said no more, but a fierce glint flashed in his eyes. If anyone dared harm Lin Hao, he would be the first to object.
In the Central Domain's section, Bai Li Jing Hong sat at the head of the table, his expression calm. Three Sovereign Realm Attendants stood behind him. The gray-robed Grand Elder was nowhere to be seen; apparently, this occasion wasn't enough to rouse that living fossil.
Bai Li Jing Hong's gaze swept across the empty seats of the other three domains, and a trace of coldness flickered deep in his eyes. That old thing from the Western Domain really was putting on airs. As for the women from the Southern and Northern Domains, they were probably competing again to see who could arrive later